Saturday, September 19, 2015

ABOUT MY TEMPTING HIGHLANDER

From the author of My Highland Bride—hailed by Sandy Blair as “an entertaining time-travel story packed with spice, humor, fantasy, and nonstop adventure”—comes a sensual novel featuring a wolf-shifting chieftain who travels centuries to modern-day Scotland to tame his one and only.

Cursed to live forever with neither wife nor child, Ronan Sutherland has watched all he cherishes turn to dust—more than once. For hundreds of years, he’s been trapped behind the mists of Loch Ness, hoping to identify the one woman who is prophesied to break the spell. Now, at last, the fates have aligned, and he’s being sent into the future to fetch her. After a single glimpse, Ronan knows he’s been waiting all his life for this passionate woman.

Unlike her time-traveling sisters, Mairi Sinclair is perfectly content to remain in the present. As a hospital nurse in Edinburgh, she cherishes the opportunity to put her gift of healing powers to good use. But everything changes the morning a mysterious wolf darts in front of her car. Touching the wounded creature’s tawny coat, a tingle surges through her. Yet when she returns with aid, Mairi is shocked to find instead a man with broad shoulders and fire in his eyes—a man who tempts her to unleash the animal within.

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another
pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump
through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends
her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older
sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly
knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer
clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing
hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .

Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do
anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear
off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for
a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone:
Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a
moment that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and
waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.

Advance praise for My Highland
Bride

“My Highland Bride is an entertaining time-travel story packed with spice,
humor, fantasy and nonstop adventure.”—Sandy
Blair, USA Todaybestselling author of The Laird

“What a roller coaster of emotions throughout. I love, love, love the
Sinclair sisters and can’t wait to read more about the twins. Colum: just yum!”—Cassidy Cayman, author of the Lost
Highlander series

“A captivating tale you won’t want to end, with the magic of time runners, sexy
kilted men, and consuming love.”—Vonnie
Davis, author of the Highlander’s Beloved series

“Sensual . . . The quest for Colum and Kenna’s happiness propels the novel
forward and will easily keep the reader’s attention.”—Publishers Weekly

“The incongruity of Kenna’s modern-day language and behavior leads to plenty of
laughs, while the serious content has emotional heft.”—Library Journal

Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.

As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.

After his parents are murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.

Friday, June 26, 2015

While
going through the process of editing a story and readying it for publication,
some scenes just don’t make the cut. They slow the pacing, wander off topic or generally
don’t work to make that finished read. I learned a long time ago to never permanently
delete scenes—I just save them to another file during the slash and burn
process. Who knows? They might come in handy someday. (And yes…my closets are
overly full due to the same reasoning.)

What
follows is a deleted scene from MY HIGHLAND LOVER. It gives a bit of backstory
on Granny and her ongoing war with the snarky town busybody who picks on Trulie
before the time jump back to the thirteenth century introduces Trulie to the
man destined to be hers.

Deleted Scene:

This couldn’t be good. Granny
and Mrs. Hagerty had declared open war ever since Granny had beaten Mrs.
Hagerty at her own game. Mrs. Hagerty was the town busybody and took it upon
herself to ensure everyone walked the straight and narrow or suffered the consequences.

When Mrs. Hagerty had
announced to the entire town that old Mr. Cleary was paying overnight visits to
the Widow Beams, Granny couldn’t stand idly by and allow two meek, innocent
people drown in the wake of Mrs. Hagerty’s wrath.

Mrs. Hagerty had told
everyone who would stand still long enough to listen that she had undeniable
proof that Mr. Cleary was spending his nights at Widow Beams’ house. In fact,
the randy old goat, as Mrs. Hagerty so delicately put it, had done so several
nights in a row.

Mrs. Hagerty had even gone so
far as to march the entire congregation of her church down to the widow’s house
one Sunday morning and pointed out Mr. Cleary’s truck parked in the widow’s
driveway. Here was the undeniable proof—at least in Mrs. Hagerty’s mind—that
the two were carrying on an illicit affair behind the back of Mr. Cleary’s
poor, Alzheimer-stricken wife.

Needless to say, Granny was
livid when shy, humiliated Widow Beams told Granny what happened. As it turned
out, the only reason Mr. Cleary’s truck was parked in her driveway was because
Mr. Cleary’s son had surprised his parents with a new minivan and there was no
room in Mr. Cleary’s driveway for his old truck.

Granny reassured the
distraught Widow Beams, hung up the phone, then declared open war on Mrs.
Hagerty. The following Sunday, Granny waited until all the folks had filed into
the tiny white church and taken their seats. Just before the pianist played the
opening hymn, Granny interrupted the service.

In a voice ringing loud with
feigned emotion, she had beseeched the minister and the congregation to follow
her to Mrs. Hagerty’s home. Granny convinced them all to be quite concerned for
poor Mrs. Hagerty because after all, in all the woman’s years as member of The
First Divinity Church of Masonville, how many times had Mrs. Hagerty failed to
attend a service? Suitably more curious than worried, the parishioners poured
out of the church and followed Granny.

With Granny at the front of
the crowd, they arrived at Mrs. Hagerty’s pristine house that sprawled the
width of the city block. Loud banging and shrill screeching could be heard
coming from behind the brightly painted double front doors. Once Granny checked
to ensure she had her audience’s complete attention, she pointed at the
rattling doors and called out, “Mrs. Hagerty are you all right?”

As soon as Granny spoke the
words, the front doors burst open and a very disheveled Mrs. Hagerty tumbled
out onto the wide front porch. The red-faced woman pulled up short when she
discovered a good portion of the small town’s population standing in her wide
circular drive.

“What are you all staring
at?” Mrs. Hagerty’s high-pitched shriek could crack glass as she hopped back
and forth across the porch like an angry bird protecting its nest. “I was
trapped in my own house. None of the doors would open. Why aren’t you all in
church where you belong?”

The crowd drew in a
collective gasp when from behind Mrs. Hagerty, bare-chested George Helman, the
amiable town alcoholic who made his living by digging through garbage and
selling scrap metal, strolled out of the wide entryway and joined Mrs. Hagerty
on the front porch. George smiled, waved at the crowd then finished zipping up
his pants.

Mrs. Hagerty’s shriek rose to
an even higher pitch as she pummeled poor George with the handful of plastic
flowers she ripped from the window box on the porch. The crowd roared as
plastic petals flew through the air as Mrs. Hagerty herded the laughing George
off her land.

Once the crowd finally
disbursed, only Granny had remained on the walkway in front of Mrs. Hagerty’s
house. Mrs. Hagerty had stood panting and red-faced just inches from Granny’s
nose. “I don’t know how you barricaded my door. I don’t know how you put that
man in my house but I know it was you. You…you…witch!”

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another
pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump
through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends
her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older
sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly
knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer
clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing
hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .

Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do
anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear
off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for
a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone:
Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a
moment that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and
waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

This scene is right after Trulie has arrived back in the thirteenth century. She’s temporarily lost her sight because she unwisely jumped through the time travel tunnel with her eyes wide open—she knows better! ;-)

Coira is the trusted maidservant at MacKenna Keep who has been assigned to help Trulie settle in and get unpacked.

Sneak peek:

“What . . .” Coira’s voice stalled out as though the girl had suddenly forgotten how to speak. Finally, she pulled Trulie’s hand up and pressed a wadded jumble of silk and lace into her extended palm. “What is . . . where . . . how exactly do ye wear . . . these.”

Trulie fingered through the bundle. Lace. Silk. Ribbon. Recognition finally registered. Trulie grinned. She held between her hands what she affectionately called her power package. Be it by intention or by chance, whenever she wore this particular set of black thong panties and show-off-the-girls bra, her confidence soared and she succeeded at whatever she tried. They always brought her good karma. “It’s my favorite set of bra and panties. There’s more lingerie stuffed in those outside pockets, but this set and the red set I’m wearing are my favorites. They bring me luck.”

The satiny articles were slowly pulled out of her hands. Trulie heard a sharp intake of breath and something muttered so low that she leaned forward to try to hear it. “What did you say, Coira?”

Coira cleared her throat with a nervous cough. “These bits o’ lace will bring ye a great deal more than luck if the chieftain sees ye a wearin’ them.”

Trulie did her best to ignore the rising heat flaming across her cheeks. Why would Coira say such a thing? “I’m not exactly going to be parading around the keep in my underwear. I’m sure Chieftain MacKenna won’t get a viewing of my power package. He’s much too busy running the clan to be troubled by a couple of new houseguests . . . and my favorite underwear.”

“Hmm,” was Coira’s only response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Trulie scooted to the edge of the bed and carefully lowered her feet to the floor. Coira’s “Hmmm” spoke volumes, presenting all sorts of possibilities that effectively released an oversized horde of fluttering butterflies into Trulie’s stomach.

“Well . . .” Coira made an odd chirping noise like a hen about to lay an egg. “All I know is how the MacKenna looked at ye when ye walked in front of him in those tight-fittin’ trews yer a wearin’.” Coira giggled out a bubbling chortle as she rattled around in the backpack. “If he caught sight of ye in yer wee bit o’ black lace, the man’s plaid would surely stand out stiff as a banner hung across a pole.”

So the honey-voiced chieftain liked the rear view of her jeans? Trulie pressed both hands to her flaming cheeks, but couldn’t resist joining Coira’s infectious giggling. Maybe this short visit to the thirteenth century wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.

As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.

After his parents are murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.

Advance praise for My Highland Lover

“Maeve Greyson surprises and enchants. The imaginative storytelling is hard to resist in this time-traveling tale of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.”—Victoria Roberts, bestselling author of My Highland Spy

“Allow Maeve Grayson to take you on a magic carpet ride from present-day Kentucky to the Highlands of the thirteenth century. My Highland Lover is a sensual story of desire, danger, and devilment woven with the strongest thread of all: love.”—Vonnie Davis, author of the Highlander’s Beloved series

“From the wow opening to the ahh ending, My Highland Lover is a winner, a brilliant blend of historical and contemporary romance. Maeve Greyson writes with humor, heart and heat. She’s an author to keep an eye out for!”—Kelly Moran, award-winning author of Return to Me

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another
pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump
through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends
her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older
sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly
knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer
clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing
hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .

Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do
anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear
off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for
a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone:
Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a
moment that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and
waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

MY HIGHLAND LOVER is available for pre-order now and release day is March 24th! To celebrate the launching of my Highland Hearts series with this first book, I'm giving away a $100 Amazon gift card to one lucky individual!

Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire
as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland
chieftain.

As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair
knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange
she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line
of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to
return to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful
chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her
body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.

After his parents are murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the
new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a
traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops
from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit.
But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle
in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for
the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.

Advance praise for My Highland Lover

“Maeve Greyson surprises and enchants. The imaginative storytelling is hard to
resist in this time-traveling tale of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.”—Victoria
Roberts, bestselling author of My Highland Spy

“Allow Maeve Grayson to take you on a magic carpet ride from present-day
Kentucky to the Highlands of the thirteenth century. My Highland Lover is
a sensual story of desire, danger, and devilment woven with the strongest
thread of all: love.”—Vonnie Davis, author of the Highlander’s Beloved series

“From the wow opening to the ahh ending, My Highland
Lover is a winner, a brilliant blend of historical and contemporary
romance. Maeve Greyson writes with humor, heart and heat. She’s an author to
keep an eye out for!”—Kelly Moran, award-winning author of Return to Me

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Ten years ago, Cole Covington was just another rich kid who got everything he wanted—including young and trusting Mia Galdon. Then one night everything changed, and two hearts were shattered. Cole buried his guilt in the military, where love was just part of the past. Now Cole has come back home, emotionally damaged, guarded, and unprepared for what’s waiting for him…

At the urging of Cole’s sister, Mia has returned to his family’s coastal home in Wilmington as a private nurse to help Cole recover. With her uncertain personal life at a crossroad, Mia doesn’t have the luxury of saying no to the job. She soon finds out that the attraction is still alive. So are memories of betrayal. But Mia will discover more than the power of resilience. She’ll discover a secret Cole has held for years, one that will force them to confront the past, and give new meaning to letting go, forgiveness, and a future worth fighting for.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

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Thursday, February 12, 2015

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Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire
as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.As the
proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that
her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really
is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of
time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return
to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of
Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body,
their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.After
his parents are murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new
chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor
in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the
sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when
Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her
eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the
murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.

Advance praise for My Highland Lover“Maeve
Greyson surprises and enchants. The imaginative storytelling is hard to resist
in this time-traveling tale of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.”—Victoria
Roberts, bestselling author of My Highland Spy

“From the wow opening to the ahh ending, My
Highland Lover is a winner, a brilliant blend of historical and
contemporary romance. Maeve Greyson writes with humor, heart and heat. She’s an
author to keep an eye out for!”—Kelly Moran, award-winning
author of Return to Me“A
heady, mystical mixture of modern wit and romantic historical charm.”—Award-winning
author Mackenzie Crowne

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The
homecoming celebration held in honor of Princess Faedrah is fraught with
perilous frustration. Her nightmares have returned thricefold and, to her
horror, a horrendous blight has spread like a plague throughout the kingdom. Compounding
her worries, Rhys’ arrival in her world has been welcomed with the exact horror-filled
reaction she expected. Her beloved has been cast into the dungeons, and no amount
of arguing with the king and queen will prove he’s her fated love.

Magical
powers were supposed to be a gift, or so Rhys McEleod had always believed. Too
bad the second he landed in Faedrah’s world the legacy he inherited slammed
into his body like a weight. He’s got zero control and his constant visions of
Faedrah fighting an evil entity aren’t helping. At least her parents made the
right decision and stuck him away someplace safe. Until he can figure out his
next move, prove himself an ally and uncover the clues to stopping Faedrah’s
nightmares, he’s got no choice but to wait…and learn exactly what he’s become.

Since
the day of her birth, Princess Faedrah Austiere has been defined by her place
within the kingdom. As the single heir to the half-blood gypsy king and his
prophesied white queen, she is fiercely protected, shuttered inside an ivory
castle and well-trained in the art of war. Yet neither her obligations as
future queen nor the black infestation threatening her kingdom fail to hinder
the mysterious pull of the antique armoire hidden in her parents’ bedchamber. And
stealing the golden key for a leap through time is the only way to confront the
dark lord haunting her dreams.

One
face. The image of one defiant, relentless woman has been stuck in Rhys
McEleod’s head ever since he was old enough paint her luscious curves on the
canvas. But the day she walks into his life off the street—sexier than hell and
itching for a fight—he’s not convinced she’s the same women he’s envisioned
since childhood. That is, not until he spots the golden key around her neck—an
object he’d never fully shown in any of his paintings.

Now
if he could just persuade his lovely muse he’s not the enemy. Unless the
elusive Faedrah Austiere learns to trust him, he’ll never have her in his
bed—the one place he’s convinced she belongs.

The
second Faedrah Austiere walked into his life off the canvas, everything in Rhys
McEleod’s world stopped making sense. Not only does her story sound like a
Grimm’s fairy tale, evidently he’s been cast as the villain. If that isn’t
enough, the mirror inside that old, beat up armoire at her uncle’s condo is
supposedly a doorway to another world. Ever since the pathway opened, something
inside him has seemed…off. If what his muse says is true, they are headed for
an epic showdown, but he isn’t about to let her go. Nothing is more important than
Faedrah’s protection, even if her parents refuse to accept him.

Though
certain their fates are bound by more than the golden key Princess Faedrah
wears around her neck, it is paramount Rhys’ true identity be kept secret.
Should news of his bloodline ever reach her kingdom, their entire quest to save
her people could be lost. Their only hope to prove his loyalty is to steal the
map to the dark lord’s Crystal Crypt. Yet her a plan endangers her beloved more
than the accusations he faces in her kingdom and, to escape evil’s grasp, she
and Rhys must take a leap of faith beyond her wildest imagination.

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Rhys
had one job to do. One measly errand that shouldn’t have been a problem, given
the nature of his powers. But when an old enemy reappears, detailing the result
of his actions, Rhys is forced to make a choice between a future with Faedrah
or dying before his time. Frustrated and out of options, he agrees to her
suggestion they to leap forward in time to the future…even though a good chance
exists his powers will be nothing but a memory in his world. Flying blind on a
wing and a prayer, they prepare to fight for everything they love against a
wizard of insurmountable power.

Faedrah
does her best to gather their closest allies. The sides are squared in a war to
control the future of both worlds. With the stakes so high, only one advantage
has been cast in their favor. The sigil of utmost protection inherent in Rhys’
signature. If not enough to thwart the evil awaiting at the Austiere gates, she
could find herself imprisoned in the future, while her kingdom and all those
she has sworn to protect are lost to the mists of time.

Embittered by betrayal, Anne MacKay flees London for America, where she learns she's pregnant with her abusive husband’s longed-for heir. In a society that doesn’t protect, or afford a well-to-do wife’s desire for divorce, Anne decides there is one way to exact revenge: deny the father any knowledge of his child.

Sought after by her husband’s henchmen, Anne travels by rail and horseback, far from civilization where silk and stays are worn, let alone thought of. Lies and deceit protect her identity for a time, allowing her to birth—and grow to love—the child who was supposed to be her vengeance.

With the help of her loyal and protective business partner, Jude Connagher, and the ranch hands in their Montana Territory valley, Anne attempts to rebuild her life under the shadow of her husband’s wrath.

One unwise decision lands Anne in her pursuers’ clutches, tearing her from the ranch, her child, and her growing love for the one man who could redeem her from bitterness. She's left with no choice but to finally face her husband, knowing her freedom and life hang in the balance.

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Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.

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Maeve Greyson
unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls
into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.

As
the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows
that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she
really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of
time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return
to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of
Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body,
their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.

After his parents are murderd, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the
new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a
traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops
from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit.
But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle
in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for
the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.